The joys of stained glass

Current work: Medical and nonfic
Listening to: Kathryn Williams
Reading: Tess Gerritsen, The Bone Garden (enjoying very much)

On the way home on Sunday, I realised that we were going to be passing Saxlingham Nethergate. Where they just so happen to have some of the oldest figurative stained glass in Norfolk (dating from before 1250). Except, last time we went, it was being restored. Given that I was still really disappointed about not getting a pic of the Maldon battlefield site and the causeway head-on, DH was indulgent and made a quick diversion. And they were beautifully restored – definitely worth the visit.

And now, dear reader, I crave a teensy bit of indulgence from you, because I'm going to share. Here are the four roundels.

The first (top left in the window in situ) is St John and St James.


Beneath that is the martyrdom of St Edmund - tied to the tree and being shot by a Danish archer.



The third (top right in situ) is the beheading of an unknown saint

Beneath that is St Edmund offering up his arrows. (You can normally tell Edmund - who's generally an East Anglian saint - by the arrows or a wolf's head. The story of Edmund just so happens to be in 'Suffolk Ghosts and Legends', if you want the details.)


Oh, and I couldn’t resist this one – St Jerome in his red Cardinal’s hat. (This is 15th century glass. But it's the hat I like.)

Plan for today: crack on with book(s).